La Vida Es Una Moneda
Juan Carlos Baglietto
Life is a Coin
Life is a coin
Whoever searches for it, has it
Mind you, I'm talking about coins
And not about thick bills
My life is a blank sheet
An out-of-tune piano
Ten long and skinny fingers
And a bunch of words
It's just about living
That's the story
With a smile in the buttonhole
With foolishness
And the sanity of everyday
Maybe it turns out well
People dream they dream
The street keeps going
The taxi turns around
The sky and the wide avenue
The days sing the story
Of man on the edge of man
The days sing mornings
The days are not afraid
It's just about living
That's the story
With love, without love
With innocence and tenderness
That blossoms sometimes
Maybe it turns out well
If we are flooded by the asphalt
With deep sensations
Let's enjoy our suffocation
Which is our fruitful image
Life is a coin
Whoever searches for it, has it
Mind you, I'm talking about coins
And not about thick bills
It's just about living
That's the story
With a smile in the buttonhole
With foolishness
And the sanity of everyday
Maybe it turns out well
It's just about living
That's the story
With love, without love
With innocence and tenderness
That blossoms sometimes
Maybe it turns out well
